She Took The Crown And His Empire

I elevated my husband, Julian, from a low-level mafia soldier to a powerful Underboss. I gave him money, power, and prestige, thinking I had found a loyal king to stand beside me.

But I stumbled upon an anonymous underworld forum where a civilian woman was bragging about her three-year affair with him. She posted pictures of the bite marks he left on her and boasted about the luxury penthouse he bought her.

When I slapped the divorce papers in front of him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he moved her into a safehouse right across the street, reassigned my personal guards to protect her, and allowed her to throw scalding soup in my face. Worse, he orchestrated a massive smear campaign against me. He coerced my own men to frame me for extortion, demanding I step down so his pregnant mistress could take my place.

"You are simply too dominant, darling. A man must do what is necessary to protect his new family."

He chuckled over the phone, threatening to ruin my family's operations if I didn't publicly kneel and apologize to her. He truly thought my love made me weak, using the very empire I built to cage me.

But he forgot one crucial detail. Before I was his wife, I was the sole heir to the Falcone syndicate.

I picked up my secure line to freeze every single one of his assets. It was time to show him what a real Vendetta looked like.